Xu Su shrugged, gritted his teeth with a bit of evil, and his voice was cold, an octave lower.
"Tsk, you know I drove like crazy after I got your call, actually called my men directly, and almost sent a bomb to the hospital. And in the end, you just asked me to come see your clown baby?"
Liu Zhiyuan's weak little face wrinkled into a small bun, wanting to see how ugly her clown baby was.
"Oh!" Song Ling's face was also cold, interrupting his complaints.
Cold eyes swept over and looked at him indifferently. His voice was low and a little embarrassed, but he still explained slowly,
"I don't remember calling you at night. She was in the delivery room. Because she insisted on a natural birth, there was a problem and the birth was a little difficult, I..."
His fingers clenched into fists and he coughed hard through his thin lips, hiding all his embarrassment and uneasiness.
The slow voice continued,
"I might have a bit of a reflex. In the past, when something happened, I would call you first, so I called you directly. So, um, it's a reflex. I'm just used to it."
He was telling the truth. He really called Xu Su reflexively.
Today, after they came to the hospital from the engagement ceremony, the doctor arranged for them to stay in the ward for observation. Then in the evening, her stomach suddenly hurt so much that she was sent to the delivery room.
It lasted for about two hours, and when the doctor came out nervously and said that there was a problem during the delivery process, his nerves almost collapsed.
His face turned pale, and he ran wildly in the corridor, grabbed the doctor's collar, and yelled at him.
"What era is this? How can a baby not be delivered during labor? Can't a C-section be performed? How did you study medicine? How did you become the director of obstetrics and gynecology? Do you want to go home?"
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